My life ticks backwardsWhile glancing over my shoulderAnd thinking I shouldFace up to things I sit and wax lyricalInto a vinyl cylinderAn ode to joyWith an eastern allure. Some cultures attractOthers threatenDrawing pretty linesIn defecation brown Global homunculiFeaturing sensitive spotsAnd a soft underbelly.I reject the arguments In favour of backtrackingKnowing old timesAre not what we … Continue reading Dithering globalist →